Leftmore - Skin Lyrics

The skin that you're in makes my confidence sin
Makes the towers I built turn their backs to the wind
Turns my words all to snakes, my thoughts all abate their will

The mercury spilled, its brilliant color's revealed
And all the levees that broke, they can't be rebuilt
The toy you once held slowly fastens its grip

And it won't let go! It won't let go of you!

The wings you receive as the pendulum swings
Make the sky open up to concede all its dreams
The truth about death, I'm caught between heaven and hell

The men in their steads, mighty pens in their hands
Write the stories we read about the blood and the sand
The book we all held stands a guard at your cell

Now it won't let go! It won't let go of you!